Today was painful. Tough one for the home squad. We moved an absolutely preposterous number of birds, especially sharpies but also lots of pheasants and a handful of Huns. I scratched out one grouse and one partridge. Tubbs has gone from being meek as a lamb to having a mad glint of violence in his eyes when we hit the field. A brief list of things he found and chased; at least 50 sharptail, 30 pheasants, 15 huns, 10 deer, 1 coyote and 1 porcupine. He got the losing end of the exchange with the porcupine but not too bad, nothing I couldn’t handle with a leatherman. He took out every bird he found without skipping a beat. Several times if I could’ve reached him I would’ve been like Homer Simpson wringing Bart’s neck. A couple examples:
- I stop and talk to a guy glassing from the road to see where he is headed to make sure we don’t get in each other’s way. He said he’s watching his granddaughter walk the field above the hillside I was headed to, to look for grouse. I said no worries I’ll hit the next spot. He said he had seen a bunch of grouse and pointed out a piece of state land close by. It was the most beautiful piece of sharpie cover I’ve ever seen; a draw between two cut grain fields with knee high grass. There were buck berries and rose hips all over the place and thick bushes in the draws. I got out of the truck and before we even got going I heard a warning chuckle then boom. The biggest single covey of sharpies I’ve seen this year, 30 birds or so, get up right out of range. I pretty much parked on top of them. We could’ve gotten our limit on stragglers and a couple of doubles and singles that were hanging out elsewhere but one after another Tubbs found them and flushed them.
- A decent covey of Huns flushed wild out of some stubble. They always seem to go just out of sight into the next piece of defilade cover in pretty much a straight line. We followed their path over a ridge into the bottom. They had broken up and were holding nice and tight in singles and doubles. Tubbs tore around and made sure to flush every single one of them.
-I couldn’t seem to buy a rooster. A 20 gauge is a bit under gunned for them imho and I am far from Annie Oakley but it’s what I’ve got on hand. A couple had flushed wild that I put decent shots on and there would be a poof of feathers then they would continue sailing away as if unmolested. Needless to say, I really wanted to find and drop one. We were walking some thick grass next to stubble when one after another a large hen and two young of the year hens got up under my feet scaring me half to death each time. I thought to myself I know there’s an old rooster right around here somewhere. Here comes ol’ Tubby who had probably been off flushing birds elsewhere but saw the hens get up. He cruised right by me, caught scent and made a nice cut as if running an out route and flushed the rooster out of range

I didn’t say a word to him the entire time. That is going to be how it has to be anyway. If you go around talking to or God forbid shouting at your dog you’re not going to kill Huns and Sharpies. These are very cagey birds that require excellent manners. He’s started ranging pretty big. He’d hunt at 200 yds plus if I let him. If he could hold point that range would be fine by me but I’ve been trying to keep him close enough that I can see what he’s up to and perhaps one of these days shoot a bird over him. If he gets too far I give him momentary stim with the collar a few times and he locates me then comes back in my direction to check in. If he’s fired up I have to crank it up to something like the weld setting before he responds but eventually he gets the message.
He’s come a long way. Before things like correcting him with the collar would shut him down and he’d mope a while before opening back up. Now he’s about his business and doesn’t skip a beat. Little things like when he got a prickly pear in his foot you think he was dying and I’d have to pull it out whereas now he just sits down and pulls it out with his mouth on his own and keeps going.
The flushing thing is a real drag. He’s been moving so many birds. Some aren’t his fault, like when there is a ditch full of pheasants and they start going all over I can see how it’d be tough for him not to get crazy and run all over. But lots of them are perfect opportunities for nice clean points on coveys or singles that are holding nice and tight and those are painful to watch. We will keep at it and hopefully he figures it out. Worst case I believe his confidence and drive are at a point to where we can do some strong work in the off season and be ready for next year.
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